When going for a walk along the beach past a small fishing village recently I was followed by these three kids who were very excited to get a "bonjour" out of the strange white woman collecting shells in front of their house.
We walked along together, mostly in silence, until one of them asked me if I had any candy.
I told them I had nothing with me for them, but if they let me take some pictures of their boats and village I would come back sometime with crayons. They agreed, and I continued on my way, staying until the fishermen came in with their catch...
but leaving with that feeling of despair that hits you often when you leave the comfort of your own neighborhood here.
We walked along together, mostly in silence, until one of them asked me if I had any candy. 
I told them I had nothing with me for them, but if they let me take some pictures of their boats and village I would come back sometime with crayons. They agreed, and I continued on my way, staying until the fishermen came in with their catch...
but leaving with that feeling of despair that hits you often when you leave the comfort of your own neighborhood here.
